Oh, when I go toiling on my farm
I take a little jug under my arm;
Sit it under some shady tree
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Oh, little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!

Me and my man and a stump-tailed dog
Crossed a crick on a hickory log;
The log it broke, and we fell in
Me and my man and his jug of gin!

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Oh, little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!

If I'd a cow that gave such milk
I'd dress her up in the finest silk;
Feed her on the choicest hay
And milk her twenty times a day

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Oh, little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!